We’re celebrating my sisters birthday and giving her send off as she country hops to finish college. The only appropriate venue for such a simultaneously pertinent event, and that’s Vegas.
Upon arrival at the Nugget, the girlfriend and I were bumped up to a two story suite. I’m currently posting this from the jacuzzi that overlooks a gigantic view of their new pool slash aquarium thing. There’s a bar, two bathrooms, a bidet, mirrored ceilings, and a private steam room.
After all the years of pilfering my pocket, Vegas gave something back. Now I’m really afraid. Our relationship was much like the tithing plate to a young Catholic parishioner. One donates his change out of love and respect. The other invents new ways to take said freely given monies in the most ass rapingly painful way possible. This room is like a giant tube of KY… who knows what Vegas plans to violate me with next?
Haha, if I go out to old town tonight I’m gonna tell the desk you’ve got little boys stashed in your room or something.
Maybe then Vegas taketh away.
Lucky douche bag.One of the hotels we stayed in along the way smelled very strongly of urine and had one window that had a beautiful view of the inside of the conference center.